بَدَأن بِنا وَاِبنِ اللَيالي كَأَنَّهُ

حُسام جَلَت عَنهُ العُيون صَقيل

They began with us, yet the nights' son

Was like a polished sword that dazzled sight.

فَما زِلت افني كل يَوم شَبابه

إِلى أَن أَتَتكَ العيس وَهو ضَئيل

I squandered youth's prime every day

Until your company came, and it was slight.